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The wash of posters in subways, on busses and taxis  that declare “It all ends” on July 15th might portend an earlier than anticipated end of the world prophecy; however, for now, the declaration is geared toward the millions of Harry Potter fans who are lining up to see Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Pt. 2, the finale to the epic franchise that began in November 16, 2001 and has gone on to gross close to six billion dollars in worldwide ticket sales (source).

Credit needs first to be given to J.K. Rowling, who has woven the intriguing tale of a young wizard. First and foremost, she has capitalized on a genius marketing strategy by beginning with a simplistic child’s novel that will continue to attract young readers and impel them to follow Harry’s quest to defeat Voldemort in subsequent novels that get both darker and more literarily complex. The same can be said for the various movie adaptations of the novel that run from the campy, whimsical Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone to the most recent, tragic installment, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Pt. 1.

But, it’s quite a shame that the multi-billion dollar franchise should have never gone beyond Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban, primarily because the narrative of the film exemplifies the perils of using time travel. This isn’t to say that this film or the latter were bad, but they should have never happened. Harry died in the third film; thus, the franchise ends sadly and unceremoniously.

As a note to those who have read and studied the books: this critique does not take into account any explanations contained within Rowling’s work. Rather, this analysis of the third act of The Prisoner of Azkaban pertains only to the adapted film version.

Some might suggest that a movie franchise about a school of wizards, werewolves, giants, centaurs and the like shouldn’t be scrutinized so closely, but I disagree. Rather, it should be scrutinized like any other movie because it has the same opportunity to set parameters for its existence. All movies need to establish a truth within their storyline. Within Harry Potter, there is an accepted truth that wizards and the like exist. This is fine as it falls under the required suspension of disbelief and anything preternatural or mystical that happens can be chalked up to the premise of “they’re all wizards.” Casting spells is part of the wizard world as are various ghouls and goblins of the dark arts. There is no problem here.

However, the problem arises when an external element like time travel is introduced into the equation. Time travel is not exclusive to movies about wizardry or mystical beings, so any established rules / beliefs about the possibility of time travel need to be adhered to. I have no issue with the base inclusion of time travel, but it’s the sloppy way in which it’s used that creates a glitch in the narrative that eliminates the final four movies in the franchise — just like Marty McFly coming dangerously close to vanishing from 1985.

Prior to the film’s third act, there are a number of references to time travel, primarily with Hermione attending two classes at once. No issue here. She doesn’t necessarily affect the narrative with her doubling up of credits, though the way she seems to appear like an apparition, prompting Ron and Harry to ask variations of “When did she get here?” is a bit curious in that it is likely someone would notice another student appearing out of thin air. But I digress. There’s also a tongue-in-cheek reference to time travel when a patron of the Leaky Cauldron reads Stephen Hawking’s A Brief History of Time, where he outlines the possibility of time travel in Chapter 11.

There’s a bit of a contradiction in the nod to Hawking’s book and the action within the film inasmuch as Hawking’s theories about time travel are antithetical to the Potter-narrative, and in fact, point out the glaring flaw in the storytelling. Hawking offers two resolutions to the paradoxes of time travel. One is called the “alternate histories hypothesis,” which involves the travelers going back to the past and entering “alternative histories that differ from the recorded history. Thus, they can act freely, without the constraint of consistency with their previous history.” In other words, someone going back could alter the events of the past and not be required to maintain the events of the present. This theory seems to be where the Potter-narrative was going: to alter the history by saving Harry from being killed by the Dementors. However, this theory clashes with a more important resolution to time travel: “the consistent histories approach,” wherein “you could not go back in time unless history has already showed that you had gone back and, while there, had not killed your great-great-grandfather or committed any other acts that would conflict with the history of how you got to your current situation in the present.” While the two resolutions differ slightly in that one you are able to alter the present through your past actions and the other you are prohibited, the crux of both resolutions is that you must exist in order to travel back. In other words, to be in the present and travel back in time, you must exist in the present, yes? A–> B–> A.

This is where The Prisoner of Azkaban goes awry. In the linear time line that the audience experiences, Harry tries to save Sirius Black (Gary Oldman) from the Dementors by offering himself up for the “kiss.” This is all well and good for the noble Harry, who has just found out that Black tried to save his parents as opposed to kill them. As the swarm of Dementors descends on Harry and Sirius, a mysterious figure, who Harry chalks up to being his father, appears from the forest and casts the Patronus charm to repel the assailants, thus allowing both Harry and Sirius to live. And the crowd rejoices when Harry awakens in the hospital ward with Hermione by his side! However, if we revisit the A–> B–> A proof, we see that this is impossible, not based on the premise of time travel, but because Harry would not have been in the present (A) to return to the past (B) to save the present (A).

In an effort to save Sirius from first arrest, then execution, Hermione reveals her “time changer,” a talisman that allows its wearer(s) to travel back to a designated point in time. For both she and Harry, this is prior to the supposed execution of the hippogriff. So, as the linear-time-Hermione, Ron, and Harry discuss options with Hagrid, the future Hermione and Harry sneakily pardon Hagrid’s pet and then make their way through the forest to prevent Sirius’ arrest.

As Harry and Hermione wait in the forest, the Dementors descend upon the linear-Harry and Sirius, prompting future-Hermione to encourage future-Harry to cast the Petronus charm, though he is hesitant, insisting that only a powerful wizard like his father could cast such a spell. Nonetheless, future-Harry is convinced when future-Hermione screams “You’re dying!” which, consequently, should eliminate future-Harry’s subsequent actions and linear-Harry’s survival. If in fact, Harry is “dying,” then without his future self, he would have perished at the mouths of the Dementors, meaning that he would never have woken up in the hospital in the present (A), been able to travel back to save himself (B), and secure his existence in the present (A). Here, the narrative has conflicted with both of Hawking’s resolutions to time travel inasmuch as the traveler perished prior to his venture.

And if Harry died, then the final four installments are moot.

In addition to the narrative glitch in The Prisoner of Azkaban, time travel also becomes a pedestrian trick to fashion a major plot point, primarily that Harry now realizes the wizardly strength that he has. He is no longer a tyro; he has taken a step beyond his class; he has, symbolically, walked in his father’s footsteps. Even though this is an important step in Harry’s character development in subsequent films, the issue is that he never should have learned this, so the storytelling comes off as a bit shoddy as if the point needed to be made and it was thrown in using a cliché without examining the repercussions inherent therein. Without this forced point, the series might have continued had Hermione travelled back alone and cast the Petronus charm herself. Possible? Why not? It stays within the parameters of the film by having its most erudite, scholarly character travel back and save a good friend. Does this put her a bit above Harry? Sure, but Potter could use this as fuel to become stronger in the fourth installment and simultaneously avoid a narrative glitch.

Admittedly, other successful movies have made errors with time travel as well: most notably James Cameron’s The Terminator (1984). A similar issue in narration exists here, but it becomes more of a venial sin. Here’s how: Sarah Connor is tasked with birthing and raising a son who will become the leader of the resistance forces against Skynet. Because of this, Skynet sends back a terminator (Schwarzenegger) to assassinate Connor. In response, John Conner (Sarah’s future son) sends back Kyle Reese (Michael Bein) to protect Sarah. All good so far. As the story goes on, Sarah and Kyle have sex and in the last scene of the movie the audience sees a pregnant Sarah Connor expositing to her unborn son via tape recorder all that has happened and will happen, noting toward the end that she wonders if John will be reluctant to send Kyle back “with the knowledge that he is your father.” The implication here is that if John does not send Kyle, then Sarah will potentially be assassinated in 1984, and John will not exist. However, a potential paradox here is that John would have never existed (A) to send Kyle back to impregnate Sarah (B) to ensure his existence in the present (A). In other words, one potential premise is that John only exists because Kyle and Sarah had sex. However, Kyle and Sarah were only able to have sex because John sent him back. Thus, John does not exist to send Kyle into the past.

This is tricky to get past and ostensibly seems as damning as the Potter-narrative. However, we can’t discount Sarah’s experiences in her present. As she accompanies Kyle to various, momentary safe-havens he explains to her how John claimed to learn everything from his mother, to which Sarah responds “I can’t even balance a checkbook.” Here, we have an admission of ignorance, but we also know that she is currently aware of her future duties as a mother, receiving a crash course on what to teach her son, if you will. That said, it seems possible that whoever became John’s father, whether it be Kyle or some guy she meets on the way to Mexico, Sarah’s experiences in her present and knowledge of her duty as a mother to prevent future human annihilation would be relayed to John regardless.

Did James Cameron intend this when he helped pen the script? The jury’s still out given his penning of Avatar, which is little more than a theft of the child bred from Ferngully and Dances With Wolves, but the larger point here is that this use of time travel – and it’s potential paradox – can be rationalized. Admittedly, the success of Harry Potter matters little on whether or not the franchise should have gone on an additional four installments, but it’s important to scrutinize global successes just as discerningly as any other film for the posterity of quality and solid storytelling – lest future versions of the Final Destination series become the paragon of filmmaking.

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Remember when the troika of Poison Ivy (Uma Thurman), Mr. Freeze (Arnold Schwarzenegger), and Bane (Jeep Swenson) led their villainous charge across the screen in Batman and Robin, the final installment in the Batman franchise that was rebirthed in the 80s and mercifully executed in the 90s?

Me neither.

However, the blame shouldn’t fall on the thin shoulders of Thurman whose villain was never really more than eye candy and whose ability to make her victims fall in love with her is rather lame and more suited for romantic comedies than superhero action movies. Nor should it fall on the roided-out broad shoulders of Bane, whose character was wasted, or Schwarzenegger, whose most memorable lines were terribly written puns that rivaled Robin’s unnecessary exclamation of “Holy rusted metal Batman!” in Batman Forever: which is both an allusion to the campy television series from the 1960s as well as a factual exposition that they are standing on pile of holey, rusted, metal. Boo.

The blame also can’t be placed on Robin (Chris O’Donnel) or Batgirl (Alicia Silverstone), primarily because their inclusion didn’t cause the debacle; they were just widgets within this conglomerate time bomb.

To assess the damages here, one needs to step back and look at Batman and Robin as a whole, noticing that fourth installments (though only the second by Joel Schumacher) are rarely successful and are reserved more for the horror and sci-fi genres.

More importantly, Batman and Robin perfectly epitomizes the mortal sin of superhero-driven movies: the deluge of villains and sidekicks, whose sole purpose is to distract the audience from a flimsy story or illogical plot points. For additional examples, please see Spiderman 3, a film that focuses much more on visually masturbating its audience than birthing and building on Venom, the best character in the Spiderman canon. One can also refer to X-Men: Last Stand, another film that showcased how superpowers can be translated from imagination to live action, but it becomes more caught up in battle scenes than storylines.

Too many villains spoil a movie because each comes with an origin story of his or her own, and with this story comes  motive. The same can be said for heroes. Why is Robin so determined to get revenge? Well because his parents also died. Why is Batman willing to take him under his wing? Well, because both of their parents were murdered. Granted, it would be lazy to have Batman and Robin run into each other at a bar and exchange the brief:

“Nice outfit.”

“I wear it because someone murdered my parents and my inability to save them has made me seek closure vicariously.

“Me too. Want to work together?”

“Buy me a beer?”

However, the drawn out exposition between the symbolic (and often literal) connection between the two characters takes up time; unfortunately these connections are often lateral and don’t progress the story; rather, they only justify the introduction of another character. The same can be said for villains. There never seems to be a need to team up, yet the “two of us could work together and eliminate [insert superhero here]” often enters conversation at the local Villain Lodge, but this is futile, not the least because two villains with domination on their minds aren’t going to work together well – that’s why they’re villains. More importantly two people having one plan leaves little room for failure. Logically, it would be more difficult for [insert superhero] to foil two malicious plots simultaneously:

“I’m going to release Sarin gas in school full of children.”

“I’m going to blow up a large office building.”

“Let’s say March 21st.”

“Buy me a beer?”

They should just exist separately, mutually wreaking havoc on whatever parody of New York City the setting happens to be.

Unfortunately, the emergence of additional characters often signals a larger problem: uninteresting primary characters to drive a story. When this happens, the only thing left to do is fill time by creating vignettes of semi-story that lead to fights or explosions.

Take Batman for example. His story is rather basic: parents were killed, unable to save them, guilt drives him to don the cowl. The progress he makes from young boy to martial arts knowing / gadget wielding badass was interesting to watch in Batman Begins, but what next? This issue is exposed in The Dark Knight because, honestly, Batman is comprised of one note: he seeks closure, though it’s masked as “justice.” He’s seen as an enemy, but he’s also a hero. The story can’t go much beyond that. Fortunately, Ledger’s performance as the Joker carried the film, partially because he was a character whose origin story was the lack of a rational origin story, one that constantly changed and aided his mystery and psychopathy.

At the same time, The Dark Knight also treads on the “too many villains” motif when it births Two Face, killed thirty minutes by creating a conflict between Batman, Two Face, and Commissioner Gordon, then killed him off, never to be seen again without an illogical story line in a subsequent installment. If the purpose of introducing him was merely to kill him off, then what was the purpose of introducing him? Sure, Batman now gets to be the villain – again – because Harvey Dent should always symbolize something “good,” but why? If Dent is exposed as a villain, then people will know that they can’t always look up to politicians? And, why is Batman taking the rap for this? Well, because “we have to chase him.” But why?

All in all, the bigger issue here is that Christopher Nolan’s The Dark Knight Rises is dancing dangerously close to becoming a villain-filled debacle that promises to visually mesmerize but leave a viewer disappointed, and I hate saying this because Nolan has resurrected the Batman franchise and established himself as one of the best directors in Hollywood.

At the same time, the cast of characters grows.

In addition to Christian Bale, Gary Oldman, Morgan Freeman, and Michael Caine (who have 4 Academy Awards between them), the third installment includes Marion Cotillard (Also an Oscar winner), Joseph Gordon Levitt, Anne Hathaway, Tom Hardy, and Matthew Modine. The latter three are the ones that cause concern as they will play Catwoman, Bane, and Nixon, respectively. The villain quota is up to three thus far, and while Catwoman is the well-known villain of the triad – and at times a love interest – the question becomes “where is there room for the other two?” given that time also needs to be allotted for the presence of Cotillard and Levitt.

Perhaps the highly-anticipated sequel will be a three and a half hour opus, and in a way, I hope it is. Nolan revitalized a franchise that devolved to silliness in Batman Forever and ridiculousness in Batman and Robin, but he might be flirting with disaster with his own tidal wave of villains.

Let’s hope not.

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While my first instinct is to avoid analyzing a trailer to uncover the potential validity of the new Amanda Seyfried reincarnation of Red Riding Hood, something holds me back from my charge toward complete obloquy, though it’s tricky given that the film is being marketed to audiences by noting it is “From the director of Twilight,” and while Catherine Hardwicke did a decent job writing and directing Thirteen, Twilight is a harbinger of terrible mishmashes of mythology and silliness that barely obscures the pedestrian love triangle in the middle by throwing in gimmicky elements like vegetarian vampires and sparkly epidermises.  However, the something that stymies the visceral reaction I have to Meyer’s brainchild is Gary Oldman, and his ability to create a believable character that carries a film – even if it should by all means move at a slug’s pace. Similarly, Seyfried is a conundrum. She was funnily endearing as an uber-ditzy blonde in Mean Girls, entertaining in Mama Mia, but seemingly lost in Chloe and Jennifer’s Body. However, she’s shown a lot of range, so we’re at least working with two believable, perhaps even suitable, characters here.

Then, we have the plot point driving the film: Valerie’s (Seyfried) arranged marriage to Henry (Max Irons), a wealthy, blondish looking fellow, which impedes her love for Peter (Shiloh Fernandez), an orphaned woodcutter who is clearly not at affluent as Henry. This trope is overdone, but let’s ponder for a moment the possibility that Red Riding Hood is actually an intelligent allegory about xenophobia, which could be gleaned given the exotic aesthetic of Peter, a brown hair, brown eyed, brooding individual who has entered the village and disrupted tradition. In addition, Valerie’s plan to run away with Peter coincides with her older sister being murdered by a werewolf who has reneged on his end of a bargain to avoid killing village members in exchange for a monthly sacrifice.

We could jump the gun here and prophecy that the murderer is probably Valerie’s father or maybe even someone related to Henry with the intention of placing the blame on anyone associated with Peter – and we’d probably be accurate – but when Father Solomon (Oldman) arrives in the village, the presence of the werewolf offers a potential social commentary on paranoia and the pejorative “outsider.” Strolling through the assembled villagers, Solomon exposits, “in the daytime, the werewolf returns to his human form. The real killer lives here in this village; it could be your neighbor; your homes will be searched; your secrets brought to light,” which recalls various facets and addendums to the Patriot Act enacted by the United States Government after 2001. In other words, a violent, inexplicable act – like a werewolf breaking a tenuous truce – begs for a resolution, particularly when the identity of the werewolf is unknown.

Unlike a number of bogeymen and other creatures and things that go bump in the night, the werewolf is a shapeshifter, an animal form covering a true identity. Regardless of the horrors committed by the beast, the man underneath is protected by his violent alter ego. That said, the inability to point a finger at the absolute cause of violence begets paranoia, encouraging distrust amongst fellow villagers, and making them hyperaware of any incident that could illuminate the wolf’s identity. In the same vein, the unknown also casts a pall of suspicion over everyone, thus the illegal search and seizure of property is justified for “the good of the village,” disregarding any notions of privacy. While everyone is treated as equal suspects, evidence brought to light not pertaining to the discovery of the werewolf could damage families for generations by exhibiting the skeletons in everyone’s closets.

Thus, Solomon’s quest for the wolf also fashions Red Riding Hood into a narrative about the quest for purity – the elimination of the tainted “outsider” and the preservation of the well-bred, loyal members of the village – those who are arranged to marry and be married, those with snow white skin and blonde hair like Valerie and Henry. Peter, the brooding outsider, and his brethren will be the first suspected and the hardest pushed, creating arteries and causeways to condemn and snuff out other outsiders.

And while it’s hard to overlook the shaky, yet speedy, hand-cam quest through the woods that supposedly mimics the hunting werewolf like the Nothing in The Neverending Story, it’s important to note how Nine Inch Nail’s “The Hand that Feeds” plays over all released versions of this trailer, and how it’s a song that speaks about betrayal and a “crusade […] justified in the name of the holy and divine,” illustrating yet another form of “outsider” – the religious “other,” a pagan, a blood-drinker, a cult-member, a heretic, a Protestant.

It seems less coincidental than intentional that Father Solomon is Catholic and beset by numerous gold crucifixes, including the carriage from which he exits, adorned with crosses and religious symbols, including the crucifix-shaped window in his door.

Red Riding Hood has the potential to run the gamut of social issues, poking holes in the contradictions of government benevolence, privacy during wartime, xenophobia, and prejudice, but it could very well be restricted by its connection to Twilight, which will more than likely pull in droves of Twi-hards and slightly-post pubescent teen girls, and if this is the producers’ intentions – considering the marketing and tag lines – then they have wasted a fine allegory and have rejected the courage to employ the timeless teaching tools of fairy tales.

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The power of disasters and the potential of an apocalypse fascinate movie goers, usually during times of strife or near the end of a decade.  In the eighties, forty-six movies were released that focused on the dissolution of society as we know it, and most dealt with the threat or the consequence of nuclear war – alluding to the potential consequences of the newly born Strategic Defense Initiative, a space-based anti-ballistic missile defense system – and for this site, appropriately dubbed as “Star Wars” by its critics (this time without an English-accented princess who sounds like she’s from Brooklyn by the end of the film). 

The nineties only produced a dozen apocalypse-centered films, but flooded the screens with natural disaster flicks – often in tandem – to fill the difference and portend the end of civilization implied by the digital clock that would read 11:59 on December 31, 1999.   Producers covered comets in Deep Impact (1998), Asteroids in Asteroid (1998), a bigger asteroid in Armageddon (1998), volcanoes in Dante’s Peak (1997), Volcano (1997), and Volcano: Fire on the Mountain (1997), flooding in Hard Rain (1998) and Waterworld (1995), and the perpetuation of Ben Affleck’s career with Armageddon and Reindeer Games, which, by all accounts, was a disaster in itself.

So, it should be no surprise that the first decade of the new millennium – which went surprisingly unnamed, so I’m going with the “aughts” – ends with a handful of apocalypse-centered films in The Road, 2012 (working title: The Mayan’s Revenge), and The Book of Eli

Full disclosure: Cormac McCarthy is one of my favorite novelists, so I didn’t see The Road for fear that I would compare each scene to the book and predestine myself to obviate any enjoyment before entering the film, though I hear it’s pretty good. The previews for 2012 scared me away when they showed John Cusack driving a car, screaming into a cell phone, and fleeing an earthquake — an earthquake that appears to be chasing his car.  Sounds more like an HBO, I’m a bit too lazy to change the channel movie.  The Book of Eli fell conveniently in a two hour block that I had to kill before heading to a meeting.

Directed by The Hughes Brothers (From Hell), The Book of Eli marries conventional end-of civilization tropes by citing a giant hole in the atmosphere (global warming) as the cause of the burned, desiccated landscape that surrounds the dilapidated buildings and shanty towns that house the remaining survivors; in addition, the hole is exacerbated by nuclear activity (yay humanity’s love for nuclear holocausts!).  The dash of seasoning to this apocalyptic petit four is the hand of God — or rather the question of whether God is a fictional character created for the purpose of control, or the divine who breathed into our nostrils the breath of life and allows those spared from the apocalypse to regenerate humanity.

Regardless of how America became a wasteland, Eli (Denzel Washington) must trek to the West in order to deliver his book. Standing in his way is the aforementioned landscape as well as cannibals, a lack of water, a lack of food, and a group of rogue bikers who are sent out repeatedly to locate a single book that intrigues Carnegie (Gary Oldman), the despotic ruler of a small civilization in which he claims to “own” most of the people, particularly his blind love interest Claudia (Jennifer Beals) and her daughter Solara (Mila Kunis), who serves as both Carnegie’s concubine and prostitute-for-hire.

Clearly, the book that Carnegie wants is the book that Eli possesses, and without giving too much away, the book is The Bible, which begins the discourse between the power hungry Carnegie and those that need the word of God as salvation. 

The idea for The Book of Eli isn’t terrible, and the oft-used Divine-discourse allegory isn’t so heavy handed that it repels a viewer looking for some apocalyptic carnage, but the film disappoints when it forgets the scope of the film it has set forth.  For instance, in the first scene, the audience is placed in a leafless forest of gray, desiccated trees that serve as the backdrop for snow-white ashes falling from the sky. At the same time, the innocence of winter flakes is juxtaposed with the glaring sun that shines atop the screen, but implies a creepiness because these “flakes” never melt, prompting the question: What has been burning? Or, who?

This scene perfectly sets the audience up for a film of desolation and destruction. 

However, shortly after, this image of isolation is wiped away when the camera spends more time on Denzel Washington’s face. While Washington is a fine actor, shooting him closely does not add to the theme of desperation and survival. Instead, it asks him to be the vehicle for a film that should be driven by its isolation-steeped genre.  Likewise, the silence of the film is often broken by interjections of music. If the music were part of the scene, perhaps some that a character listens to, it could symbolize the last resource that a man or woman has to connect to the previous humanity. Instead, it often serves as a narrator or comic relief. 

I hear that Apocalypses are unpleasant, and moments are needed to break tension, but in The Book of Eli, these moments are trite and, most often, just campy. Aside from the music, there are strategically – yet obviously – placed markers that dance on the gray line of metaphor and silliness. As Washington makes his way West, he enters a path that is littered with road signs that read “Dead End,” “Do Not Enter,” and “U-Turn.”  These signs are eventually trumped in the third act of the film that finds an argument brewing between Claudia and Carnegie. As Carnegie sits disheveled and bamboozled behind his desk, Claudia triumphantly moves toward the door as the camera draws back to reveal a white piece of paper that hangs from the center of a closed book. Sharply written in black marker is the word “Ocean.”

Admittedly, some of the action scenes are rather cool, and Eli proves himself to be the ultimate machete-wielding badass, but there are some glaring holes in storytelling. And by glaring, I mean you could take every plot-problem from The Day After Tomorrow (except the damn wolves) and place them inside the ground zero-size hole of a twist at the end – which won’t please a single Atheist – but it whole-heartedly takes advantage of the aforementioned Divine Intervention angle.

DYL MAG Score: 6

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